A maiden's corpse with staring eyes,
And naked breast and raven hair,
Slow in the mere doth rise.
And when the clock of some far town
Knells midnight, in that house of sins,
In haunted chambers, up and down,
The dance of death begins;
And stiff, stiff silks sweep, rustling,
And stately satins none may see;
And then soft sounds of music ring